March 10, 2016

Pansylions
Pansylions

That’s what my mom said I called them.  I know someone explained to me that dandelions were weeds, but really…aren’t they the first flower a child picks?  In areas where grass grows, anyway.

These darlings were in someone’s front yard border, so cheerful in their shy but not-shy way.  I love the velvety colors; gold and yellow and purple and deep blue and that clean, stark white, all against the mysterious dark greens.  Even planted nature can outdo itself!

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